Coming home

This is a view I've had since I was five, from the top of the stairs looking down onto the garden and out towards where I know is the sea and the beach.

After five hours sleep tops, we got on with life, and shopping and cleaning, with the help of Betty. Visits from family friends and stuff left me two minutes to get down to the pub. Something I haven't done for twenty years. Mr L had done a fantastic job to pull some fab faces from the past within easy reach. I haven't seen them for a very long time. I took my camera, but didn't take any shots, and somehow that is justified as we talked and laughed. We got into the swing and the years slipped away. It's nice to come home.

Thanks to Andy for organising it, and to all of you funny, funny, lovely people.